funny (if not necessarily "passive-aggressive") notes from pissed-off people

If you get Vegemite in the margarine, I KILL YOU!

Writes Catherine in Melbourne: “I was preparing breakfast in the office kitchen when I opened the fridge and reached for the margarine tub to butter my toast. Ten seconds later, I was fearing for my life.”

If you hold back anything, I’ll kill you. If you bend the truth, or I think you’re bending the truth, I’ll kill you. If you forget anything, I’ll kill you. In fact, you’re gonna have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. Now, do you understand everything I’ve said?……Because if you don’t, I’ll kill you!

See, I don’t see his puppets as racists. I see his puppets as making it easy to laugh at racists. It’s not very easy to go up to a member of Hezbela or Al-Queda and laugh in their ridiculous faces. Or go up to a Neo-Nazi and point out what idiots they are and laugh at the ones that claim they want a “White Christian Nation” when Hitler was an atheist and killed Christians as well as Jews (and gypsies, the handicapped, homosexuals, etc).

Because, you know, you’ll probably end up dead.

But make a puppet version of them and you can laugh at the puppet. It takes away the racist’s power. It shows the world how ridiculous and stupid they are. And – the puppet won’t behead you.

Really? Well-documented? You can just look up the many references in his wikipedia article (and yes, I know it’s wikipedia) that shows he wanted to dismantle it but didn’t want to turn people against him.

So, either op can have the margarine and risk a heart attack from the oils, or she can have the note writer kill her. She should pick the latter. The notewriter is so passive aggressive that she couldn’t get the umption to make a wound worse than a paper cut.

Heh, clever. And yeah, if people are getting other stuff into the margarine tub, then team note-writer. I thought it was a little extreme but I didn’t realize it was a reference to something. I like references

Oh my god, just the idea of vegemite and butter on toast makes me so happy. I miss my little New Zealander employee who used to hook me up. Why, oh why, can’t you get that magical stuff here in the US?